The cold, wet drizzle made waiting at the bus stand a miserable experience. Only two of us stood under the cover that didn’t keep the rain out. He was a man in his forties with grey hair and a jacket that made him appear to be a stuffed olive. He had a five o’clock shadow and the tired look of someone who’d been working too long. I was twenty-eight, and it had been a long day for me as well. Fridays weren’t supposed to be long, but this one was, and I was tired.
The squeal of the bus tires made me look up. “Time to get on,” the man said.
I smiled and stood up. I followed him up, scanned my card, and took the first window seat. The bus started moving and in a few moments, it passed onto the bridge, and we began the trek over the river. I watched the support girders as they went by. The bus slowed as the traffic in front came to a near stop. The faces of those crossing the bridge on foot came into view. There weren’t many; not surprising for a night like this one.
When his face came into view, for a moment, I denied that it was he. But it was the man who had saved me. I stood up and pulled the cord to get off at the next stop. I moved to the exit, and as the bus pulled up to the stop, and the doors opened, I jumped off and ran the way back to find him. I had to thank him, if nothing else.
I had not expected it to take so long to catch up with him. The drizzle had become heavier and the setting sun began to dim the view. As I hurried, I realized that I was probably wrong. It was probably someone who resembled him. And then, there he was. He stood at the railing looking out at the water. A sad feeling came over me. I saw him look down. He had come here to die; I felt it inside me.
“Hey, Jake,” I called out.
He looked over at me, “No autographs.”
“I wasn’t looking for an autograph. I wanted to thank you,” I said in earnest.
“For what?” His tone was one of aggravation. “Helping you get your rocks off? Leave me alone.”
“No, it was more than that. You see, on the night I saw one of your videos for the first time, I was going to kill myself.” I saw him tense up. I was right; he was planning to jump. I continued to talk, “My life was not going where I wanted it. I was alone, so alone. My family told me I was dead to them. There were just too many things going wrong. I was going to jerk off one more time and then… well...But I came across the video where you found the homeless man and took him home. You were so caring and loving. I decided to give things one more chance. It took a while, but things got better.”
Jake continued to look at me without saying anything.
“Is Jake your real name?”
That made him laugh. “Yeah, it is. I think half the guys in the porn industry are named ‘Jake’, but it’s my real name.” He looked back at the water.
“Let me buy you dinner. It would mean a lot to me.”
“You want to buy a whore dinner because you saw him fuck a man once?”
“I want to buy a man dinner; a man who cares.”
“That was a movie, kid.”
“Yeah, but I can sense that what happened to me moved you.” I paused to sense his reaction. He looked down at my feet. “Let’s get away from here. This place feels sinister, maybe even evil.” I held my hand out toward him. “My name is Brad.”
“Brad, I’m tired. I haven’t had any modeling jobs in six months. I’m out of money. I was evicted from my apartment. The water is calling my name.”
“I’m calling your name. Come with me, Jake. I’ll help you. I have no other promises.”
He looked at the water again then he took my hand. We walked silently hand-in-hand back to the bus stop.
The bus ride to my apartment was also quiet. Jake held my hand again and laid his head against my shoulder. I think he nodded off at one point, but a pothole woke him up. “There’s a Chinese restaurant between the bus stop and my apartment. Do you like Chinese?”
“I love hot and sour soup.”
“Me, too, and theirs is usually really good.” I felt him squeeze my hand, and we fell silent again. We walked to the restaurant in silence as well. We ordered a chicken lo mein and the soup and headed to my apartment. Jake sat quietly while I placed the dishes on the table and some bottled water to drink. We were eating in silence until he broke it with a question.
“Where am I going to sleep?”
He had asked it with the expectation that I was going to say ‘with me.’ I wondered how many times people had just expected him to have sex in exchange for any kindness shown him.
I answered rather matter-of-factly, “On an air mattress in the little alcove. I’ve only got one bathroom, so we’ll need to take turns. That’s what we did when a co-worker of mine couldn’t get home because the trains had stopped running.”
“What about when friends stay over?”
“I don’t have any friends, Jake, not in this town. And no one comes to visit me. If you’d rather sleep on the sofa, that’s ok.”
“No, I’d rather sleep next to you. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” He took his last bite of food. “I’ll clean these up if that’s OK.”
“Sure. I’m going to take a quick shower. I don’t usually take one at night, but with the rain and all…”
“I’ll be out here when you’re done.”
“I showered and took extra care to clean. I’m not sure why, because I was definitely not having sex with him. I knew there were condoms in the nightstand. I’m not sure if it’s a fetish, but I like to jerk off into condoms. I cum a lot and hate the mess in the bed. Anyway, Jake was too fragile, and I was confused about my feelings for him. I had loved him from afar. I’d jerk off to his images and videos. As much as I wanted to be intimate with him, I didn’t want to be.
I came out into the room in my white robe. I had two of them, and I left one in the bathroom for Jake. “The rooms all yours.”
Jake walked up to me and stood directly in front of me. It was then that I noticed the height difference. I was about four inches taller. We appeared to be the same size otherwise. My interest was piqued. “What’s your waist size?”
“Thirty.”
“Same as mine,” I replied. I can loan you some underwear.
“I don’t wear underwear to bed.” His smile had a mischievous appearance.
“Well, I left a robe in there for you.”
“OK.” He walked away with that same smile.
I double-checked the kitchen and the living room. Everything was spotless and tidy, so I went to the bedroom. My routine was to read before turning in, but I thought Jake might want to talk a little, so I picked up a small book to look through.
Jake looked ridiculous when he walked into the bedroom. The sleeves on the robe were way too long. “It’s not going to work.” He removed it and was completely naked beneath. “Sorry about the boner, but you are rather sexy, you know.” He crawled into bed beside me. With his head on my shoulder, he snuggled in close.
I put my arm around him. He seemed to fit naturally there. I wondered what it would feel like if I weren’t wearing a robe.
As though he read my thoughts, he said, “Take your robe off.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Jake.”
“Brad, the first time I had a sleepover with a friend, we slept naked. It’s natural.”
I stood up and let my robe slip to the floor. I got back next to him. His body felt warm and nice. Jake adjusted his position and began to massage my nipples. “I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about what you said to me on the bridge. I’m wondering if everything that happened to you and me was meant to happen to bring us to this point.”
He rolled onto me and between my legs. His erection and my now hardening dick rubbed together. He kissed me, gently, caressingly, caringly. I kissed him back and we began to pivot our hips in opposite directions. There was synchronization with our movements.
Jake pulled his head up. I’m not doing this to thank you. I’m not doing this because I’m horny. I’m doing this because I feel connected to you emotionally. I didn’t jump tonight because you put something out to me that made me believe that I’m worthwhile.
“That’s what you did for me,” I told him.
He slid his head down my chest, kissing me as he went. He kissed the head of my penis before he drew it into his mouth. I didn’t tell him, but he was the first to love me that way. As my shaft slid into his mouth, I felt the head hit the start of his throat, and then he pulled me in farther.
I gasped. I had no idea this could feel like this. His lips tightly encircled me and moved up and down. Almost to the point of releasing me except for the tight grip his lips held around the head of my cock. My brain tried to memorize his movements so I could repeat them on him, but my brain became a fog of pleasure as he increased his speed. I was out of control. I grabbed the comforter in my hands and I squeezed them as I shove my hips up and came. My hips collapsed back onto the bed, but my ass cheeks tightened three more times as I pumped more cum into his mouth.
Jake tried to swallow it, but there was too much. I reached down to the floor and brought my robe up and gave it to him to use as a napkin. Jake began to laugh. “I’ve never enjoyed doing that until now. It’s different when you care about someone and he cares about you.”
“I’m going to find out as soon as I catch my breath.”
“You’ll need the practice to get as good as I am.”
“Oh, I told him. I’m going to have plenty of practice.”
